Chirp after chirp came from Vassago’s phone as they toured the first two facilities. Vassago was keeping Andrealphus’ advances at bay, but just barely. His concern was growing that he wouldn’t be able to stop him from calling soon, his desire to keep their arrangement discrete pulling him away from the planning he was attempting to do with the two idiots he was accompanying – or rather supervising. He was pleasantly surprised that they were behaving well, if not a bit flirty and horny. But when hadn’t they behaved in that manner?
At least when he had caught them, they still had clothes on. The sight of them intertwined like that had him so rattled he nearly gave up the game on his desperate work to salvage Stolas’ prospects, and now there was this new wrinkle. Though fondly, he had to admit he was amused that his suspicions had been proven right. Apparently he did have an intuition for these things after all the time he’d spent with Asmodeus in his youth.
He watched them carefully from the back of their little group, trying to read between the lines of what they were– and were not– saying. After witnessing their memory fragments in Stolas’ home, seeing the looks on their faces, he knew how quickly they could turn from hot to cold and back to fucking each other on any suitable surface nearby.
“This building,” the landlord offered, leading the three hellborns through a decrepit warehouse that was open and spacious but rundown, “has an open floor plan, running water, and even a second bathroom!”
Chapter 9 is up for my longfic! "in breakable heaven"
archiveofourown.org/works/601367...
Stolas and Blitz talk. Anddddd maybe a little more. 🦉🦎
Vassago makes an oopsie with his fragile... whatever they are. 🦚🦜
#helluvafics #stolitzfics #writteninmoonlight #icyago
